Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

When I revisit my homeland, I feel a lot of sadness.

Lin Zuo was different from Riddle. The latter had no attachment to the place where he grew up, only disgust.

The former is just the opposite. He was born in a happy family and caught up with an era of striving to move forward.

In a time of rapid change, he was nostalgic for his childhood.

Therefore, the first thing he did after arriving in this familiar country was to rush to his hometown in his memory, an ordinary small town in the northern part of the Bohai Bay that was not known to many people.

The town is still small, but with the deliberate investment of the Riddell Consortium, the economic development here is obviously stronger than the small town in memory.

"It is already one of the best counties in the entire Northeast, but compared with many cities in the south, it is still far behind."

The person in charge here was appointed by Voldemort, Porches' nephew Robert Porches said helplessly.

"With such great efforts, it still can't develop?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

He invested a lot of money here, regardless of the cost, and he also invested a lot of money in debt.

With such a result, he was only ranked among the best, so he couldn't help but ask questions.

He didn't think it was Robert's problem. After all, this kid's ability had already been demonstrated when he was dealing in real estate in the UK.

"The main reason is that the city managers have rigid ideas, dare not take responsibility, and secretly divide things up..."

Before Robert could finish his words, Voldemort had already waved his hand to stop him.

He raised his eyebrows helplessly, looked at the small city again, and then turned around and left quietly.

Will the world be a better place?

maybe.

But at least in Voldemort's view, there seems to be no change at all from ancient times to the present, when people are busy doing whatever they want.

The experience of returning to the small town made Voldemort feel disturbed, which directly affected a series of subsequent events.

Including banquets, discussions, etc., Voldemort seemed a little absent-minded.

Until three days later, Liu Tao, who accompanied Voldemort and got along well with him, couldn't help but ask why Voldemort was absent-minded.

Facing Liu Tao's inquiry, Voldemort could only smile bitterly.

Things that affected his mood were something that neither he nor Liu Tao could change. Even if they spoke out, what would be the use?

"Don't say that."

Voldemort waved his hand and rejected Liu Tao's kindness and said, "You can discuss the points matter with Lucius. I will not be open to them in Japan, so I need you to help me convey this sentence." past."

"You haven't seen them?" Liu Tao asked in surprise.

You must know that the Machtokolo Magic School in Japan is very famous despite its small number of students.

Generally speaking, the more famous a country's wizard school is, the higher the status of its wizards among wizards around the world.

But Voldemort refused the request without hesitation. Seeing the meaning, he didn't even think of meeting those people.

"No, I'm not interested in them."

Voldemort replied lightly, and then wanted to talk to Liu Tao about renting the iron-eating beast and Pixiu.

At this moment, Gemma Farley, who was not far away, suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort stood up and asked.

"That door, it made a noise."

Gemma didn't say which door it was, but Voldemort knew what she meant instantly.

"I'll go over first, and you'll stay and negotiate on my behalf."

Voldemort confessed, nodded to Liu Tao, and left here without hesitation using Intercontinental Apparation.

"What... happened?" Liu Tao asked.

"It's a very important matter, Mr. Liu, but I think Your Majesty can handle it." Gemma suppressed the worries in her heart and tried to stay calm.

Although Liu Tao was confused, he could only nod in agreement.

After all, that was the Dark Lord.

…

Department of Mysteries.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A muffled sound sounded rhythmically in the corridor. Countless people gathered here in silence, quietly guessing the reason.

In the center of the team, Sir Gamp was standing in front of the locked room, looking at the door that made the sound and doing nothing.

"Whoosh."

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, it was Voldemort, which made Sir Gamp's frown slightly relieved.

"Ten minutes ago, there was a noise in the corridor. It was very light, but three minutes ago it started to get louder and faster and faster."

Before Voldemort could speak, Sir Gump explained the entire process to him.

"The sound doesn't sound like someone is hitting it from inside, but it sounds like someone is hitting it from the outside." Voldemort frowned and looked at the motionless door and the noise coming from it.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have tried several manifestation spells, but I have not been able to detect any abnormalities." Sir Gamp frowned a little more.

Voldemort nodded, slowly took out the Elder Wand, and lit it in front of the door.

A regular manifestation spell was cast, but nothing changed in front of him, and the impact sound remained the same.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort used another variation of the Appearance Spell, which he often used to explore unknown places, but there was still no response.

Two consecutive failures made Sir Gamp nervous, as were the other silent men watching.

Voldemort no longer panicked, but quietly observed for a long time before using another spell.

Amid the expectations of the silent people, this curse still ended in failure.

"His Majesty……"

Sir Gamp couldn't help but speak, but Voldemort stopped him and then motioned for him and all the other silent people to leave.

"Everyone leave?" Sir Gamp asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I cannot fully control the magic used next. In order to avoid adverse effects on you, it is best for you to leave." Voldemort explained while approaching the door.

His posture was as if there was something invisible and intangible in front of him.

Seeing this, everyone hesitated for a moment and left one after another, including Sir Gamp, who also chose to leave the corridor.

But there were still some stubborn people who believed that Voldemort might destroy the locked room, so they decided to stay where they were.

In this regard, Voldemort said nothing more.

When everyone who was willing to leave walked out of the corridor, Voldemort began to wave his wand slowly.

His waving movements looked like he was writing something in the air.

Not long after, a magic text that was obviously not fully formed appeared there, and then emitted strange fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, an inverted triangular shadow appeared out of thin air in the void in front of the door.

After getting the phantom, it was hitting the door again and again.

And the roaring sound also accompanied its impact.

"What's this?"

Voldemort murmured to himself, but here he heard a strange sound in his ears.

He turned his head and saw the few silent people left behind, all looking at this side with stupid eyes, muttering something in a low voice, looking very demonic.

"It should be that the memory is stuck in the past, but I don't know if I can get out."

Voldemort murmured, then ignored them, turned around and continued to pay attention to the inverted triangular shadow.

What exactly is this?